THE PROSTITUTE:
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Hey Snow White and the Harlem Knight
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You make a perfect pair
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Skin and bones and a hatchet faced homes
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Hey, what you doin' 'round here
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Why don't you go back to Central Park
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Or stick around and see why love is art
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In my sin I've sunk right in
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I finally understood
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Why all the geeks and the Catholic Priests
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They love to do us good
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Maybe you would like some at my cost?
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Or maybe you and the white shadow should go get lost
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'Cause I'm sick of pity and morphine
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I'm sick of you runnin' me down
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I'm sick but maybe there's something
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That can still save me from the depths of this town
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One more time I'll speak my mind
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And then you'd better go
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Before Sad Sam and the backdoor man
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Make me wish I'd just said no
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I might come to your meeting in the park
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But now I've got to work it's getting dark
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'Cause I'm sick of pity and morphine
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I'm sick of you runnin' me down
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I'm sick but maybe there's something
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That can still save me - That can still save me
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SNOW:
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Come you worn out weak and tired
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To this meeting in the dark of the night
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And you'll walk in the light
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Yes, you'll walk in the light
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If you're addicted and afflicted
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My name is Snow and I've the gift and the sight
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And we'll make it alright
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Yes, we'll make it alright
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The 39th Street Blues (I'm Sick)
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| Spock's Beard |
